My Truth

My truth,
shall be my own.
Experienced, trusted and
proved by myself.
it shall not be borrowed, not read in a book,
neither heard from someone else.
It shall not be rehearsed or
veiled under depth of lies.
My truth, shall be bright and clear,
like the bold sun in the skies.
Free from bias of gender, caste and religions.
My truth shall be fixed, unchanging with the seasons.
Once and for all,
it shall need no revisions.
Not flashy, neither catchy yet captivating.
My truth shall triumph when I may be failing.
Free from morals and free from malice.
My truth shall stand without an accomplice.

– Mayank Mishra

The Weather Superstition

The Creek American natives believe that in the beginning of the world daily animals used to have magic powers to keep the Sun in the sky. Night animals on the other side tried everything to keep the everlasting darkness.
One day all animals set a meeting to solve the problem. After hours of arguing they found the solution. Seeing the stripped tail of raccoon one animal suggested why do not we split the day equally into time of light and time of darkness.
Here is my version of it in a poem. 

During a random twilight,
were gathered animals of sorts.
They were to their own delight,
here to solve a matter of powers.

All kinds- reptiles, mammals,birds and insects.
Some fleshy, some ugly, some bony.
All in all, it was a cacophony.
Some shrieking, braying, cherping.
Others barking, roaring ,
cawing according to their choices.
Some just nodding their heads,
unable to make the voices.

Not everyone had a say in it.
It was a matter of precision.
With due discussion over the matter,
the animals had to make the decision.
The trouble was pretty much tight.
It was about causing day and night.
Diurnals held the sun, wanted the light.
The nocturnals in turn brought the night.

After hours of arguing and noise.
A little frog spoke with some poise
‘As I see the striped tail of the raccoon,
I suggest we divide the time between the sun and the moon.
Half a day can be night
And the other half could be light.’

So that’s how went the saying.
how the day and night came into being.

The Look Back

Among few things there is no binding,
no divisions, neither any surrounding
Life is round , so is the world,
So went the last year in rounding
Measured quantities of sharp emotions
with discontent and hued notions.
Becoming more mechanic each day.
I survive and dine on potions..
it all went, it all then came…
There was happiness, there was pain
What stayed was the worthless moment,
passed away often in vain !
wisdom arrived disguised in experiences,
cruel and striking at the heart,
taking away each time
a part of me cut apart.
The raging past reminds me again
to redeem that which was lost
To rise and walk again
and bury the sins of the past.